Chapter 8 - He is my boss.
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-Sofia
"Mr Massimo?"
Hell, he looks hot in jeans and shirt.
Hotter than i would expect him to look.
But that is not why i came here. I came here for a drink and to dance, and maybe even get laid.
"Sofia. Hi. It is nice to see you. You look, beautiful."
He is drunk, not that much, but he is. I must try and stay away from him tonight. I don't want to cause any trouble.
"Hi. Why, thank you. Are you here alone?"
Do i want to know, who he is here with?
"You are welcome." he winks and takes another sip of the drink he is having, what i think should be Whiskey.
"No, i am here alone. I don't like drinking with other people. They always find a way to ruin the fun." he winks again and looks away.
Now that is rude. I don't bother talking to him, and order two shots of tequila.
The good thing in this bar, you always get a shot for only a dollar, if you are a girl. The only thing you need, is boobs and voila.
I drink them one after the other and head back to where my girls are.
I try to get past the girls and boys dancing like their life depends on it.
Once on the dance floor, i find the girls dancing with three guys.
Damn these girls work fast.
Now see, Brigitte and Sara are single, so i don't see a problem there, but Jill is taken and she isn't acting like one.
The guy's hands are all over her and she seems to like it.
I thought she didn't like cheating.
I go over there and tap on the guy's shoulder. He turns around and when he sees me, he smirks and bites his lip.
"Don't worry, baby doll. You are next." he winks at me and I can't believe he just said that.
I slap his back and than he turns around again, annoyed.
"What?"
Jill doesn't even know i am here. She has closed her eyes and is dancing all by herself now.
"Get lost." i tell him and i thought i did a good job, but when he grabs my waist and brings me closer to him, i know i didn't.
I punch him on his chest, but he is like, made of steel. He is strong and my ribs hurt from his hold.
"Let me go!" i scream and slap his face as hard as i can. He doesn't put me down, instead he grabs my a.ss and kisses me.
I try to get away from his grip, when i feel his hands release me.
Eric pulled him away from me and punched the guy right across his face and he fell down.
He was now on top of the man, punching him over and over again.
I try to make him stop, but damn is he strong.
Then i see the security guys approaching. They push everyone away, including me and separate Eric from the guy, who now was unrecognisable.
All bloody and broken nose, blasted lips
and red cheeks from blood.
Eric wasn't going to stop if the security guys wouldn't show up. What the hell is wrong with him?
"What the hell are you doing?" One of the security guys ask him.
"He grabbed the girl, without her will and kissed her." he said, anger clear in his voice and pointed at me.
Then i see all eyes on me. S.hit.
"Is that true?" the security guy asks me and for a moment i look at Eric and then at the guy on the ground.
"Miss?" he asks again and i look at him.
"Yes it is true. The guy here was protecting me. The one on the ground, grabbed me and even hurt me by holding me. It still hurts." i touch my ribs and i feel the pain under my fingertips.
"You are a lucky bastard, otherwise you would be arrested." The security guy, says to Eric and they picked up the guy and went out.
"Are you okay?" i ask Eric and he nods.
"Thank you." i say to him and smile.
"Sure." he says and walks away.
He defends me, punches a guy to, nearly death and doesn't even ask me if i am okay.
What the hell is wrong with that man?
"Sofia?" Jill shouts out my name and comes toward me.
"Sofia, what happened?"
"The guy you were dancing with, he grabbed me and kissed me."
"What? Why didn't i even see that?"
"I don't know, maybe you were finding an excuse to put your tongue down a man's throat." i shrug.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Why were you letting him touch you? I thought you have a boyfriend." i ask her and i see the guilt on her face.
"I don't anymore." she says and i gasp.
"Are you joking? Why didn't you tell me?"
F.uck i feel horrible for talking to her like that. Man these tequila shots did their job.
"I didn't want you to judge me, but as i see, you already did because of my actions tonight." she started crying and her makeup is getting ruined.
"Babe, i don't judge you. I want what's best for you." i hug her and we stay like that, on the dance floor, around the strangers and the loud music.
Thankfully, all is back to normal.
Sara and Brigitte find us and we head out.
"What happened in there?" they both ask.
"I will tell you once we are home. Can you call an Uber please?" i ask Brigitte.
"Sure thing." Brigitte says and pulls out her phone.
"Jill are you okay?" i ask her and she nods at me. She doesn't want to talk.
She had to keep all this a secret and now she doesn't know where to begin. I feel so bad, for being such an a.ss to her. I didn't even ask her, how things were between her and her boyfriend.
What a good friend i am, huh?
"Do you want us to go eat something?" i ask her and before she gives me an answer i hear someone else reply.
"I can take you where ever you want to go."
"Eric? I thought you left." it would be better if he would leave.
"No, i had to arrange something. Do you girls need a ride? My chauffeur will be at your service."
"No, we just called an Uber, but thanks." i tell him.
"Uhm, actually, no one is responding. We might have to take his offer." Brigitte shrugs.
"How do you know each-other?" Sara asks looking at Eric.
"He is my boss." i tell her and her jaw drops.
"You work with this sexy guy?" she looks at him like he is a snack.
"My name is Eric." he holds out his hand to Sara and she takes it very willingly.
"Sara. Nice to meet you Eric." she blushes and puts a strand of hair behind her ear.
He has got her wrapped around his finger.
"Would you girls like to have a ride with me?"
"Have a ride with you, or ride you?" Sara winks at him.
How appalling is that? Damn girl, calm down.
"Only a ride to where you want to go." he says and smiles at Sara.
"Orgasmia land, if you please." she says again and Eric laughs.
He looks very handsome when he laughs.
"Someone is having trouble with boys?" Eric asks Sara and she spills the tea.
What in the hell? It is like she was waiting all night for someone to go talk to her.
"I am hungry." Jill says to me and Eric heared her.
"Do you like KFC?"
"Yes. Oh my god, yes." she squeaks and licks her lips. She is fading away, right here. That makes me nervous.
"Well then, that is where we will go."
He takes out his phone and calls someone.
"Sandler, we are waiting outside the bar. 5 people. Yes. Okay."
He hangs up and claps his hands.
"My chauffeur won't be long. He has to take another car, bigger and will be here in less than 10 minutes."
"You don't have to, Mr. Massimo. We can handle it ourselves."
"No we can't." Sara glares at me and I understand that she likes him.
What does she see in him anyway?
"You heard the girl." he says to me and his smile fades away.
He must hate me. I don't think i will be able to work with him anymore. He is so annoying.
"Aah, he will be here in 5 minutes." he announces and Sara goes over at him and grabs his arm.
And when i thought, he was charming, he grabs her hand and puts it away.
Very charming, indeed.
I roll my eyes and look at him, looking at me.
He bites his lower lip and licks it.
Why does that make me feel powerless?
I look away and talk to Jill and Brigitte.
They are discussing, what they would like to have at KFC.
I know what i want; chicken box(whatever there is), fries and a pepsi.
"Ladies, before you say anything, the dinner is on me."
Jill, Brigitte and Sara jump at this news and thank him.
I, of course, feel embarrassed. My boss came out to be here tonight, defends me from a s.exual harasser, offers to take my friends and I out to dinner and now he wants to pay for it.
And if it is not enough, he flirts with Jill's friend. What a boss, right?
"We can afford it." i say to him and he glares at me.
"I know, Miss Matthews, but i like buying ladies food. Gives me pleasure." he winks at me.
"And i don't believe, being a gentleman, is a sin."
I know what i can give you. It makes me sick that he thinks he can control everyone and everything.
Whatever. If he wants to pay, than i will make sure to fill my stomach.
Oh and, he plays, i play along.
I like that.
Cheers to that, my inner conscious thinks.
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